There were many days in the last many months where I decided it would be a good idea to begin journalizing again. One of them was on the 13th of October. I visited the American consulate early in the morning, and also collected my new ID card from the Prefecture de Police, took some sunny pictures of Notre Dame on my phone, and felt generally positive, with RF playing in town that very night and my mother visiting. The fact that my soon to be ex girlfriend was getting me down didn’t even touch me. I would have put the pictures of notre dam on the web, but then I lost my phone in New York, where I played the Village Halloween parade with Samba New York. Primeiro Surdo in the Rain. And that was another day I might have had the impulse to begin journals. Or a week later, going to the Bill Viola show.
Or on another day, when … actually, coincidence that I just mentioned him, I walked live through a Bill Viola installation. And I was reminded of it today. In the station St Lazare, underneath, for getting to the metros, a big place they call the Cour de Rome. Many stair cases and escalators. And the ever present voice of a man selling papers. When he calls out it is hard to make out what it is. It sounds a bit like a foghorn. A definite tone. Maybe a word (I mean yes, but it is not obvious). I was there today, and he was there. But a number of weeks ago, imagine this early morning scene….
Someone has fallen. This is not funny, he or she had perhaps fallen down stairs to his or her death. It was strange. Stairs were blocked off as a result and all the morning rush hour was going very slowly around and down the cour de rome on these spiral cases, toward the hall where the foghorn called out in an eery melody. At the bottom of an empty staircase a patient on the ground with coloured emergency jackets and stretchers, and a crowd milling. The foghorn kept on calling. The people kept turning round, and then in the middle, a couple going different directions and so saying good bye for eht day were turning in a sort of slow tango. I tell you it was all very strange, that morning, in the cour de rome. I should have written about it. It was the 3rd of December or so. But even today that hall echoed of that day. It is the crier’s voice more than anything.
Morning : Too late crashing yesrerday meant headache and no relief from the cold which is lurking nearby. The kingdom of the cold is within you… archg, so it is. And the heater, which was too cold, is now to hot… that contributes to my headache which contributes to nothing good.
The day begins thus, it’s already a mess.
I get seriously annoyed by 3 things in the morning. 1 is those websites that gather info, and so appear in search listings for the the thing you are looking for (a business, a song lyric, whatever)… but in fact they have no more info than you, and the page is just a reference to the same thing with the details still not filled in … and if you are the owner of this business, or if you know the lyrics to this song… why not contribute to their page. Why not, indeed… pff
The other thing was on the phone to the cpam going through a number of choices… only to get to the message, about 6 choices in that they were unable to take the call… try back later!
I go to the swimming pool… and the “box-office” is once again closed. When I am ready to pay, it is closed; when I go not expecting to pay (because it is usually closed)… I get persecuted for assuming I can swim for free.
I get a free bike across the street and go to the cpam. There I have not taken a book… I get number 115 and they are on 103…. arg. I practice waking up.
I ride back home. I like my neighborhood, along the Rue Cardinet.
Then I do go swimming, and get annoyed with two miscreants in the vestiare, obviously just waiting to steal stuff.
But my swim is short, because I have to go to Philippe’s place. Actually, I am using the local swimming pool a lot at the moment.
Off to Philippe’s place (hence passing by St Lazare).
We discuss and work on guitars.
Leonardo exercise, anchor exercise plus extension, then some work on the new scale exercises we are coming up with (D, Dm, C, E). Caliope, Hope, Vroom, EOTN. We worked 2 and a half hours straight. To be continued in 48 hours.
On home turf I eat a stuffed aubergine on the avenue… and then lose lots of time into the internet (conversations, blog reading, mails… craigslist).
iPodius plays on in the back ground.